So here’s my gorgeous and quirky friend Erica. There is no one like this girl, seriously. She has this propensity for being flustered and overwhelmed in such an endearing way, and although more of a wallflower than a diva, she has the most full-bodied and infectious laugh. I’ve known her since elementary school. In third grade, she might have had a seizure on me…I’m not sure if she remembers that…and maybe she won’t take kindly to me bringing it up in a public post. (Seriously, does anyone read these anyways?) I forget that she even has cerebral palsy. Literally, I was shocked to discover recently that, indeed, her one arm is noticeably longer than the other. She certainly doesn’t act “disabled” with all the connotation that carries. No, Erica is going to go far. She’s studying social work, and unlike me, her career path is sure to change the lives of many people in important ways. I’m pretty proud to have a friend as sweet as her to occasionally grab brunch with, vent about how much dating in your 20’s sucks, and get all fired up over the gentrification of cities.
Thank, Erica, for putting up with me and agreeing to be my model for a night.